I had a little white cat named Leida - it's a long story but she adopted me rather that the other way around. But as I spend so much time travelling to and from the US I used to get the lady in the flat downstairs to look after her. In the end I came to the decision that it was unfair to keep upsetting Leida like that, so she now lives downstairs with Paula and that also means she has access to the garden. She's really settled in there now, so everyone is happy and I get to see her whenever I want to.

These are our 'girls' in Tucson - Emily Dickenson (tabby) and Victoria Regina (Siamese cross). They have wisely decided to live in the sunshine of Tucson and catch lizards rather than the rain of Cardiff and catch colds.

My husband also unfortunately doesn't live with us at the moment (funny old world), so he misses the bunnies almost as much as he misses me We've had them for two years, I fell in love with them at a rescue centre where they'd both just been attacked by a big old mean rabbit - Muppet had part of his ear shaved (you can still tell a bit's missing), and Daisy had a fat lip. Awww!

What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!

Bizarrely, the dog is cold. I've never known a dog his size so sensitve to the cold! He'll attempt to climb onto anyone if he detects the slightest draught. He won't sit on the carpet without a big soft warm cushion in the winter either. Big Jessie.